Greetings From the House of Snot
Ahhh, weekend. Thank Jebus.
This week we’ve been in plagued with illness. Patrick in particular. The walk-in clinic diagnosed him as having some kind of virus – so he’s been acting like a little bitch staying at home to deal with the congestion and feverishness.
He’s been living on the couch all week – dozing, working on the laptop, watching TV, eating the food that I fetch him. He’s been layered in blankets and his hoodie with a mounting collection of stuff (Kleenex boxes, empty bottles of ginger ale, cracker crumbs) gathering around him. Think of a skinnier Jabba the Hut (complete with strings of mucous) and our Ektorp as his platform, and you have what I see in our living room.
Thankfully, among his *cough cough, wimper* requests for soup, Vicks Vapo Rubs and new batteries for the remote, there has not been one for a metal bikini.
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Ah Jen, I know that you are more or less from Alberta, but now that your folks are here in Saskatchewan, you are a Saskatchewanian by osmosis.
It is a bunnyhug. Not a hoodie. Even the male welders I work with say "bunnyhug". Doesn't it sound much more cuddly and warm, and much less dangerous and threatening than a 'hoodie'?
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byckster used to drive me nuts with his piles of kleenex while he blew the snot out of his watusie...and i see things have not changed;)
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